This past week I took my grandson out for lunch. I had long sleeves on and he had a tee shirt as it was a nice day in the low '60s. At the restaurant we were asked if we'd like to sit outside and I decided against it based on the fact that it was still a bit chilly and neither of us had a sweater or sweatshirt with us. We were the only one sitting inside and everyone else was out in shorts and short-sleeved shirts.
I know if this were September and the temperature dropped into the '60s those folks would all be clamoring for tables inside. But here they were, pretending it was summer and trying not to complain that they were freezing.